The Love Shack (Camren G!P)

Chapter 18

Lauren's POV

This is the day Camila and I have been anxiously waiting for. We get to find out if Gabriella is really going to be an Gabriella or if we have to come up with a boy’s name.

Camila is getting off early and I’ve kept my schedule clear for the afternoon. I’m going to pick her up from her place since it’s on the way to the doctor’s office. I’m so glad Camila got the counseling job. I’m fucking ecstatic she has benefits for herself now. Gabriella could’ve been covered under my insurance, but I would always worry about Camila since I can’t add her unless we get married and we’re a long way off from that.

When I pull into the lot for Camila’s apartment she’s already standing by her car. I pull up and before I can get out to open her door she’s already getting in.

“Hey,” I smile and lean over to kiss her hello.

“Hi,” she smiles. “How’s your day been?”

“It was a bust. I was too excited to do anything productive. I do have a handful of cribs I want your input on. I spent a lot of time on the Pottery Barn Kids website.”

“Awwww,” Camila swoons. “I will be happy to give my opinion.”

“Cool. What do you have planned after the appointment?” I ask. “If you don’t have anything going on we can go to the store and look at them.”

“I’m all yours.”

“Awesome, we can start the nursery shopping then,” I grin. I’m not a big shopper and having Camila with me will keep me from just pointing and paying.

“Don’t forget we’ll be having a baby shower. Mom’s already planning it,” she tells me.

“I know. I just want to get the big shit out of the way. Oh, did you ever talk to your cousin about dinner?” It’s been postponed twice and I’m ready to just get it out of the way.

“I’ll call her tonight.Mari’s been traveling a lot for work.”

“Okay,” I nod as I make a left onto the street. “How was work today?”

“Not too bad,” she says. “I was assigned to a fourteen-year-old that just found out she’s pregnant.”

“Oh wow, that’s gotta be tough,” I say sympathetically.

“It is, to some extent. At that age she has no idea what she’s really in for. The concept of that much constant responsibility is pretty much lost on her. It worries me that she’s so blindly excited about this. She’s already talking about names and how cute her kid is going to be. I freaked out about not having insurance, how I was going to teach my kid to be a good person and if I was going to be able to start putting money into a college fund. The last thing I was worried about was how cute the baby would be.”

“I couldn’t even imagine,” I sigh. “The really sad part is she’s probably just starting or continuing a cycle of early teen pregnancy and welfare. Is the dad still in the picture?”

“He’s thirteen.”

“Jesus. I liked girls at thirteen, but I definitely wasn’t trying to have sex with them yet.” Fourteen is a different story. “I don’t even have anything to say to that. I don’t know how you do it,” I say, reaching to hold her hand.

“Well I think if it was up to her parents she would give the baby up,” she says. “Of course she doesn’t want to do that, but financially she’s not going to be held accountable for this kid. My pregnancy wasn’t planned, but I’m an adult and capable of supporting a child. She’s… she’s still a child herself.”

“I’m sure she knows babies aren’t live action dolls, right?”

“I’ll find out. I asked why they didn’t use protection and she told me it was because condoms are gross.”

“Sorry to say this, I’m sure she’s a nice girl, but she’s an idiot. You should seriously have to take a test before you can have sex.”

“I don’t think she’s an idiot; she’s immature and naïve. At fourteen you don’t think about the long-term repercussions for your actions. Now she’s stuck with a child. Whether she decides to keep the baby or place it for adoption, she’s a mother.”

“This is why you’re the counselor and I just sell real estate.”

She chuckles and squeezes my hand. “Stick with me,baby. I might teach this old dog new tricks yet.”

“I know you will,” I smile and turn into the parking lot of the doctor’s office.

I find a spot to park and get out so I can help Camila out before I lock the car doors.

“This is the sort of thing that makes me want to homeschool my kids,” Camila says.

“You could,” I shrug. “My parent’s only put me in public school because they wanted me to speak English regularly.”

“You know Mom asked me if you speaking Spanish is the sexiest thing ever,” she says as we walk into the building.

“Oh yeah? What did you tell her?” It’s obvious Sinu has a tiny crush on me.

“That you could be reciting your grocery list and it would still be sexy,” she replies.

I chuckle and say in Spanish, “Milk, bread, cheese…”

“Still sexy.”

“Just my grocery list,” I wink.

“Yep, still sexy.”

A/N:

Happy 2018!

Next update will probably be this Sunday, for all the stories. Sorry for making y'all wait. Have a great week!